Go, take your sister then, by the hand, lead her away from this foreign land. Never saw a woman so alone, so alone; faces look ugly when you're alone. She's walking down the street, blind to every eye she meets. Do you think you'll be the guy to make the queen of the angels sigh? Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies. Well, did she make you cry, make you break down, shatter your illusions of love? Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call: this generation got no destination to hold. We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there, but can you still recall the time we cried? Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for, in the only way that it's granted: in a place among the fossils of our time.

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